We're standing on the outside Always looking right It could be so different But why should we want to slip inside? And spend our precious time? You've got ten fingers Your eyes are blue You're feeling mighty old Almost twenty-two There's no one better than you No one can take your place There's no one better than you Tell me, when did you forget? How could you forget? Malcom eden sang "we're all bourgeois" People are still grey And the buildings look even healthier now The thieves are in power You've got ten... There's no one...